Some say I’m a drifter with trouble at my heels. Some say I’m rich man with freedom ‘neath my wheels. Some say I’m just a vagabond an aimless dreamer nothing more. But my friend, life has a melody and I’m just a troubadour… I guess I am a troubadour. And a bit of a drifter. And getting to go to Gruene, hear some great live music, eat fresh German crepes and fly-fish in the Guadalupe river…I guess I am a rich man as well. When I saw this trashed out Bronco on that front lawn in New Mexico, I never imagined that it could take me to the places it’s taking me. In the words of Springsteen, “Yeah, I know I ain’t nobody’s bargain but, just a little touch up and a little paint!”